TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LITTLE RIVER NEWS AUGUST 17, 1918 P. 4
July 1, 1918
My dear little sister:
I am sure you are likely to get sore at me if I fail to write you, and you may be already in that mood as I have delayed writing you for such a period of time. I have a thousand and one excuses to give and as I have so many I had better not give any or you will think I am springing a bunch of falsehoods. I am glad to state that I am again feeling good although I have been on the bum for a long time. I have a very sore mouth–the physician pronounces it Trench Gums, or something like that—any way it is bad company. I am very glad to say it’s a lot better. I have just written Sister. I try and write her as often as possible as I am sure she gets rather blue at times. But I know you will do all you can to keep her in good cheer. I was so glad she spent her vacation with you and according to her letter, I am so glad that you and the Johnsons treated her so nicely. That makes poor little me feel good–so long as my little girl gets along alright I will have to do likewise. It’s no worry to face what there is to face over here so long as home surroundings are good. I suppose all are like myself thinking of that side of the Pond regardless of how close they get to shell fire. Ha! Ha! Sister wrote me of you spending a day on the river also of her being out gathering flowers with Sister Lula’s kids and all the enjoyment she had, but she never had a word to say of the many Red-Bugs and other pests that she accumulated. Ha! Ha! That was always the results of my outings. I’d get chuck hull of those little beasts. This is Monday, the beginning of a new week, also a new month now here is hoping we do wonders during this month, and I do believe we will to. I am sure you are reading the papers regular and I do hope that you will not take the bad news serious as it will not amount to much. I feel that we will make everything alright soon or at least that is my opinion. Take the very best of care of yourself and also keep Sister in good cheer. God Bless her she surely has had her hard luck, but everything will be different before many months I hope. Wishing you all the happiness a poor lonely girl could have and assuring you that I will take the very best care of myself and will always remember you for the good things of the past. Love and best wishes, I am,
Your Khaki Bud,
Henry.
NOTES: Henry Leon Addington was writing to his sister Mrs. Ella Skinner. He was born on June 6, 1892 at Cerro Gordo, Arkansas in Little River County and died on May 11, 1941 in Muscogee, Oklahoma. He is buried in the Memorial Park Cemetery in Muskogee. He was described as being tall and slender with Chestnut hair and slate eyes.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN KENT.
July 1, 1918
My dear little sister:
I am sure you are likely to get sore at me if I fail to write you, and you may be already in that mood as I have delayed writing you for such a period of time. I have a thousand and one excuses to give and as I have so many I had better not give any or you will think I am springing a bunch of falsehoods. I am glad to state that I am again feeling good although I have been on the bum for a long time. I have a very sore mouth–the physician pronounces it Trench Gums, or something like that—any way it is bad company. I am very glad to say it’s a lot better. I have just written Sister. I try and write her as often as possible as I am sure she gets rather blue at times. But I know you will do all you can to keep her in good cheer. I was so glad she spent her vacation with you and according to her letter, I am so glad that you and the Johnsons treated her so nicely. That makes poor little me feel good–so long as my little girl gets along alright I will have to do likewise. It’s no worry to face what there is to face over here so long as home surroundings are good. I suppose all are like myself thinking of that side of the Pond regardless of how close they get to shell fire. Ha! Ha! Sister wrote me of you spending a day on the river also of her being out gathering flowers with Sister Lula’s kids and all the enjoyment she had, but she never had a word to say of the many Red-Bugs and other pests that she accumulated. Ha! Ha! That was always the results of my outings. I’d get chuck hull of those little beasts. This is Monday, the beginning of a new week, also a new month now here is hoping we do wonders during this month, and I do believe we will to. I am sure you are reading the papers regular and I do hope that you will not take the bad news serious as it will not amount to much. I feel that we will make everything alright soon or at least that is my opinion. Take the very best of care of yourself and also keep Sister in good cheer. God Bless her she surely has had her hard luck, but everything will be different before many months I hope. Wishing you all the happiness a poor lonely girl could have and assuring you that I will take the very best care of myself and will always remember you for the good things of the past. Love and best wishes, I am,
Your Khaki Bud,
Henry.
NOTES: Henry Leon Addington was writing to his sister Mrs. Ella Skinner. He was born on June 6, 1892 at Cerro Gordo, Arkansas in Little River County and died on May 11, 1941 in Muscogee, Oklahoma. He is buried in the Memorial Park Cemetery in Muskogee. He was described as being tall and slender with Chestnut hair and slate eyes.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN KENT.